| I’ve been drinking too much
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| And that’s why I’m alone
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| Hot and heavy in lust
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| So can you answer your phone?
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| I’ve got this story could be yours
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| And I’ve got this story could be yours
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| But you don’t want me anymore
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| I’m not in the right mind
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| I’m not in control
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| But I want to be strong for the ones I love
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| Keep them content with growing old
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| If there was a grim man
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| A good ones what I’m told couldn’t keep me around
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| Always was the anchor in the ground
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| My words and my sounds
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| Were always bringing you down
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| It has me sick to my gut
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| Compare the lives that I’ve lost
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| To all the ones I’ve touched
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| And I’ve got a story could be yours
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| And I’ll draw the art and make it ours
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| But you don’t want me anymore
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| I’m not in the right mind
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| I’m not in control
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| But I want to be strong for the ones I love
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| Keep them content with growing old
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| If there was a grim man
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| A good ones what I’m told couldn’t keep me around
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| Always was the anchor in the ground
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| My words and my sounds
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| Were always bringing you down
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| I know the problems, I know the problems now
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| I know the problems, I know the problems now
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| I know the problems, I know the problems now
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| I know the problems, I know the problems now
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| So tell me all the problems now
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| And let me figure 'em out, or don’t
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| I lost my love for myself and everyone’s all gone
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| And find a place that I’ll call home
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| Somewhere we could have been alone, who knows
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| I’m just looking for some comfort so I could be well
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| On my own
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| But I’m not in control
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| But I want to be strong for the ones I love
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| Keep them content with growing old
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| If there was a grim man
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| A good ones what I’m told couldn’t keep me around
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| Always was the anchor in the ground
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| My words and my sounds
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| Were always bringing you down |